DJ bitching again
Hey Mr. DJ.
I generally like DJs. The competent ones. (I even married one!) The ones who ask what you want to play, play it, and do the announcements correctly. The ones that don't talk through your entire set. The ones who will take a customer request, and ASK if you want to dance to it instead of just putting you up to it. The ones who tell you that you're one song away, two songs away, whatever, so you have time to pick your music. Those DJs are cool. Those are the DJs that get tipped 10% of whatever I make that night, even if the 10% is higher than the minimum tip out amount. I like my DJs. It's a very symbiotic relationship we have.
But.
You.
I went up to you on my first night working at that club, introduced myself, and gave you my CD booklet (since you'd need it, as it has my CDs in it). You gave the booklet back and said that YOU were picking the music. I told you politely that I prefer to pick my own, as I'm the one who has to dance to it. You huffed, and you puffed, and you bitched and moaned.
First set, I picked my music. YOU didn't like the music. That's fine, because you don't HAVE to like it-I do, and the customers do. And they did. Yelling at me after my set that "that shit doesn't fly here" and telling me that I was no longer picking my own music prompted me to speak to the owner. She tore you a new one.
I thought all was okay once you came up to me at the bar, apologized, and offered a compromise-you pick one song, and I pick the other. I said that would be fine, as long as you told me what you were picking for me (so I could pick a song that couples well with it in genre and tempo). You flipped out AGAIN.
At the DJ booth, I asked what you were playing for me. "I don't know!" You don't know? You better know, since I'm going up in 2:43 according to the CD player. "I do it all on the fly!" That's nice-I don't. I say fine-play me #9 off of this CD.
You play it (an even tempo r&b song) for my first song. You could tell what it was. You could hear it. So what possessed you to play a long, fast tempo rap song with an entirely different feel for my second song?
You bitch at me more before my next set. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE THIS SO COMPLICATED?!" you cry. When I respond that it'd be a lot less complicated if you just let me pick my own, and smile cheerfully at you, don't get bitchy. You asked for it.
Here's the thing.
I know dancers are hard to deal with. We can be dramatic, bitchy, whiny, and a bit stupid at times. I know the frustrations of your job, because I've DONE your job. As a result, I also know that a fucking trained monkey can do your job.
1. Put CD in player
2. Press play, talk a little
3. ???
4. Profit!
Seriously. It's not that hard. Don't make it harder for yourself, okay?
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaanks.
(mrchristopher [Mr. Christopher] and ninja_pig_v1 [S!DJ, also husband] are the best DJs I've ever had, trufax.)